Chapter 321: Funeral of the Black Demon, Generous Rewards!

Bai Yu made a move on the chessboard with a "pop".

Unexpectedly, this time Bai Yu's winning rate increased, and Xuan Mo was deducted five years of life.

It turned out that Bai Yu did not sit and wait for these thirty years.

He relied on his wisdom to constantly deduce Go in his mind.

Thirty years of deduction and thinking greatly improved his chess skills.

On the other side, seeing Bai Yu move, Xuan Mo Chi Meng was relieved.

As long as the opponent made a move, losing a few years of life would not matter.

In this game of Go, the further you go, the greater the loss of life will be.

Sooner or later, he will have a chance to win back.

Chi Meng took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and put a piece on the chessboard, waiting for Bai Yu to act.

However, this time, Bai Yu did not move the chess piece again.

The energy in his hand gathered and condensed into a long sword.

Then he began to practice swordsmanship on the spot.

Starting from the Soul-Breaking Sword Technique that he learned at the beginning, he practiced one move at a time.

Soul-Breaking Sword, Killing Sword, Giant Mantis Sword, Hundred Burial Sword...

He practiced hundreds of sword techniques over and over again.

It took him a month to practice it from beginning to end for the first time. He smiled and his sword techniques were fluent.

It took him ten days to practice it the second time.

...

It took him a full year to practice it the fifth time. His brows began to furrow. His sword techniques became jerky.

It took him another five years to practice it the ninth time. His sword techniques became more and more clumsy, just like a child dancing with a sword. His moves became scattered.

He practiced his sword techniques over and over again for eighty years.

Eighty years later, he stood with a sword in his hand, his brows furrowed.

In his mind, countless sword techniques merged and separated, like the return of the sea.

This stop lasted for thirty years!

Thirty years later, he waved his sword again. Hundreds of sword techniques and hundreds of thousands of moves were finally merged into only thirteen moves.

A slash of sword, fierce wind, thunder!

The bright sword light illuminated the sky.

The sword light was so blazing that even the space began to distort, and there was a faint sound of ghosts crying.

The first move of the Thirteen Swords of Burial, the Demon Burial!

One sword out, all demons are destroyed!

[Successfully deduced the sword technique, the Thirteen Swords of Burial (incomplete version)! ]

[The Thirteen Swords of Burial (incomplete version), a third-level minor supernatural power, deduced 852 kinds of sword techniques, and the sword technique that was realized by integrating the martial spirit of burial. ]

Bai Yu's eyes were shining, and he slowly put away the long sword in his hand.

Eighty years of sword training, thirty years of deduction.

He finally deduced a supernatural sword technique with his own wisdom and strength.

On the other side, the black demon Chi Meng was chilled.

After more than a hundred years, the guy on the opposite side didn't even look old at all! ! !

On the contrary, he deduced a sword technique with his own wisdom!

The magical swordsmanship is nothing to Chi Meng.

If he is given enough time, he can also deduce it.

But when Bai Yu swung the sword just now, he actually felt that this sword had a strong restraining effect on monsters!

He had a strong premonition that if this swordsmanship was deduced, it would definitely become the nemesis of the demons!

But now Chi Meng can no longer care so much.

Because he is now afraid.

The opponent can be unaffected by the old poison field and ignore the passage of time.

If he continues to endure like this, he may be exhausted to death!

He shouted loudly, and used the secret method to forcibly stimulate the magic blood in his body, and the whole person turned into a blood light and soared into the sky.

In an instant, he rushed out thousands of feet.

However, the next moment, his figure flashed and returned to the round table again.

On the other side, Bai Yu picked up a chess piece with a smile and dropped it on the chessboard.

This time, the winning rate of both sides was rarely equal.

However, Chi Meng was so worried that he made mistakes one after another, and lost several steps in a row, losing more than ten years of his life.

When he finally calmed down and made a serious move, Bai Yu started practicing swordsmanship again.

This almost made Chi Meng explode with anger.

He was a Xuan Mo, but now he was completely led by a foundation-building cultivator!

But he couldn't do anything to Bai Yu.

Bai Yu seemed to not care about the passage of time at all, and just practiced one sword after another.

The Burial Demon Style became more and more perfect, and the following twelve styles gradually took shape.

This practice lasted another hundred years.

Chi Meng's patience was worn away bit by bit, and a wrinkle appeared on his face.

Even if he was in a good mood, he couldn't help being impatient.

This kind of life was too tormenting!

During this period, he tried ten thousand methods, but he couldn't get out of this place at all, and he couldn't attack Bai Yu.

But the other party was still not in a hurry, living a very fulfilling life every day, completely ignoring the passage of time.

Just when Chi Meng's mentality was about to explode, Bai Yu started to place pieces on the chessboard again.

Chi Meng's mood was unstable, and his chess skills were naturally affected, and he lost again and again.

When he finally stabilized his mentality, Bai Yu began to deduce the swordsmanship on his own.

His swordsmanship improved little by little every day.

In this way, I don't know how long it took.

Maybe one thousand or two thousand years, maybe five thousand or eight thousand years.

Bai Yu's Thirteen Burial Swords were directly deduced to the ninth level!

But Chi Meng became gray-haired, while Bai Yu's face remained the same.

Finally, when Bai Yu placed another piece, Chi Meng's whole body became as thin as a stick, and his vitality dissipated.

A dignified Xuan Mo, his vitality was cut off directly, and he was tortured to death by Bai Yu!

At this time, a silver light descended from the void and directly teleported Bai Yu and the other two out.

Bai Yu felt dizzy and found that he had arrived at a beach. The smell of the sea came from the air.

Not far away, Chi Meng's body was lying on the beach.

Bai Yu was secretly shocked and hurriedly sacrificed the Red Lotus Inner Armor, protective talisman and other items to protect himself.

He even pinched a Yuanying-level escape talisman in the palm of his right hand, and fled immediately if something went wrong.

He tried to blast a few sword energies at Chi Meng, but Chi Meng had no reaction.

Bai Yu made up thousands of knives in a row, using all kinds of black thunder, demon-repelling talismans, Huangquan music, and life-defining poison.

He then confirmed that Chi Meng was really dead.

A suona song sounded slowly, and finally buried this arrogant black demon.

[Funeral target: Chi Meng! ]

[Identity: Former city lord of the Little Demon Realm Yamo City! ]

[Level: Xuan Mo! ]

[Basic rewards: Poison Spirit Root +21, Life Experience +180 million! ]

[Optional rewards: Xuan Mo Qi +5, Top Grade Demon Yuan +3, Void Spirit Heavenly Demon Escape, Yama Poison Skill, Devouring Spirit Technique...]

[Funeral participation rate 66%, you can choose an additional reward. ]

Bai Yu took a look and was pleasantly surprised.

The reward for a Xuan Mo is indeed extraordinary, and the Life Experience alone is over 100 million!

But he is not in a hurry to claim the reward now.

He personally erected a tombstone for the Xuan Mo funeral, offered incense, candles, paper horses, and played the suona for three days and three nights.

He even guarded the tomb and cried at the grave in the end.

A few days later, Shengsheng raised the funeral participation rate to 90.2%.

Next, he can finally claim two rewards!